Ye Ling's expression was ferocious as the black brick in his hand flickered with a faint black glow, making the Caucasian fighter tremble all over.
"Would you believe me if I said I got lost?"
The Caucasian fighter looked at the Black fighter still twitching on the ground, feeling a chill in his heart. This bastard was an absolute freak; didn't he see how his abandoned companion had been beaten like a dog?
Ye Ling sneered coldly as he slowly approached, "Do you think I would believe that? And if I said I was lost too, would you believe me?"
"I believe!" The Caucasian fighter's face was ashen. Damn it, who the hell would believe that?
"To meet is fate, so don't reject the wonderful destiny between us. Come on, taste the black brick in my hand; it's quite delightful."
Ye Ling let out a chilling sneer as the Caucasian fighter's legs trembled. After being unrivaled for so many years, when had he ever faced such a tragic end? It seemed he was doomed to escape this fate.
